TJ knows how much Robert Plant's voice turns me on and how the music of Led Zeppelin always puts me in a better mood. Walking in the door there is a n...ce chilled glass with my favorite beer in it sitting on the table. He enjoys the fact that I am not real high maintenance. I find another note that reads, “Come into the bathroom.” I slip my shoes off, grab the beer, taking a sip I enjoy the refreshing cold liquid as it slides down my throat. Opening the door, TJ is standing beside the. Brad seemed ashamed when he told me this so I quickly hugged him and assured him that it was fine. I told him that he had given me two wonderful orgasms and that he had completely satisfied me. I admitted that I was frightened that he had been turned off by my body but he assured me that he hadn’t. We then lay down next to each other and I took hold of his still erect penis and massaged it. Brad told me that he can feel everything and that he wanted to “pop” inside of me so badly but it just. I looked your way. You were as breathless as I was and it was hard to tell which of us was more flushed at the moment. Your eyes met mine and I could see the passion burning in them. I motioned to the waitress to bring my tab and stood to grab my coat. I was more intoxicated than I thought, standing so fast accentuated the alcohol’s hold on my system. Looking over my shoulder at you, I giggled. “I think I’m drunk baby.” You knew that was your chance, I was too drunk to drive and you would have. I lower it down and let my lawda touch her lips. Her lips quivered but eyes remain closed. I wanted to push lawda in her mouth but sense prevailed over me and I returned to my room leaving her uncovered. I was more than satisfied but I wanted to fuck my mother more than before. Holding my lawda in hand I slept.It was almost seven when I got. I saw door of my room closed but I remember that in night I let it wide open. I looked down and saw my lawda tight. It means either mother or didi saw me.